-I-
The liberal in the cage
drunk shouts -> Baaaaaanker!
your rabbit hole
is grasping at hare
unspectacular not to disappear
how ever its scratches
wiggle out
try like a lizard
to loose his ears as
if it was only a tail.
You said you remember my cinnamon?
But can I answer for you, each drip
isn't only sweet, it escapes
under knife, my sharpening stones
are your gliding hand.
-II-
The cat a fiddler in the cloud?
People of David protect the so bare all spectacled
and you like me
need petrol for your engines,
Eclipses don't end for me; however
shut me down but not in contradiction
Make it a salivating extravaganza
counting steps over grasses
that don't make you red dirty
in a wrong foot position or
move covering now a pristine
white tennis shoe.
Why am I the wrong step you see
you can wash once you get home,
yet - for some reason you don't do it.
The pussy is not happy and
the lord knows but dogs have taken the bait
hunting home, they don't mind that there is a horse left
unsaddled
in a paddock that changes
like the universe.
Greet me dove, also
love me with your cry
black and white cockatoo
Your spirit wakes memories,
makes me immune to the lesser & imminent
the stamp on a government piece of paper.
Oils? I cook my food in them.
Am I alone 'cause of this hypocrisy
or 'cause of worth that words can't combine
or a pussy can't ovulate into golden and fine.
Thourn Whaul '07
